21.09.22
I wake up, and I follow the art.
Well, that would be a bit of an oversimplification. I don’t exactly follow my brush everywhere wandering around like Philip and the Purple Crayon. Though I would love that.
I seem to like being economical with words these days, so I’ll do my best to cut to the chase: I have never experienced creative freedom like I have in Taiwan, and it’s possible I may never experience it in the same way again. In that statement is a tacit admission that these times may not last, whether by the geopolitical forces which Taiwan is bound to, or the course of my own life, or both. This isn’t an attempt to cling to what I have, or to romanticize, but just state what I see there. Life will most likely move on in one way or another. And that scares me. It scares me in so many ways. Accepting this truth is difficult, and I’m working on it.
But yes, I experience creative freedom, economic freedom, every kind of “freedom” you want to throw out there. At night, I can travel the streets with my brush or crayon and paint the walls. During the day, I can linger at the café, just like I am now, and write. I can eat when I’m ready, and I can eat what I like. I am healthy, and happy.
So the riddle I’ve been working with is, “Why would I (or anyone in their right mind) give all of this up?” Their may be some Kierkegaardian answer in giving oneself to “god”, the unknown, whatever one wants to call it, an answer that defeats the rational.
[despite knowing full well that I never want kids, I intentionally matched with someone on an online dating site that had one. Defeats the rational?]
Covid antivaxxers are anti-rational.
And yet, there it is. 縁がある (en ga aru), Japanese for “there is a thread.” And when there is a thread, you feel it, allow it to lead you, surrender. There are times in life that call for this. Recognizing these times is a skill that can be developed.
I forgot where I was going with this, but there is an “en”. I’ll follow it to whatever ends it may lead and see what happens.